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LONG    LANCE

hours at a time without saying a word, yet we
were all enjoying ourselves. It was just our cus-
tom—and it made us feel good inside.

We thought that the Indian looked funny in
white man's clothes, with his hair short and with-
out paint3 and I remember that whenever we
youngsters saw an Indian like this we used to
laugh at him. The Indian never has looked well
in white man's clothes, because he does not take
the pride in them that he does in his native dress,
which he fusses with a lot and keeps immaculately
clean and neat.

Our very God existed in the plains and forests
that we had known and which were now to be
taken away from us forever. Our Indian religion
taught us that the Great Spirit existed in all
things: in the trees, the animals, the lakes, rivers,
and mountains. And when we wanted to get
close to the Great Spirit and pray, we went out
alone and got close to the things in which he lived.
Now we were being told about a new God.
Where he lived, no one knew; and it made us
youngsters feel uneasy. Our old people nightly
called upon the Great Spirit to help us and to
show us the truth.

As we boys played about the camp, some old
warrior whom we looked upon as a great hero of
bygone days, would come up to us and place his
arm around our shoulders and walk along with

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